Empty Bottles

[Hook] Empty bottles on the table Black roses on the ground Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger, can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Black roses on the ground [Verse 1] Brown bottle sits with the permanent bliss Razor sharp glass lips, give me a kiss Eyes fixated with a familiar shape Black label, white letters, they integrate Cupid's in the bar room with harpoons I bloom in the night fog like mushrooms See every bullet hole in the window of my past Now that's what I call a shot glass (2, 3, 4) [Hook] [Verse 2] Count the cracks on the sidewalk Pack the cigarette box in my left palm Flame to the tip of a smoke I don't know where the light came from Legs like a ghost, I still walk Whole world mushed concrete, feels soft Blinded by the cameras pop flash I'm a big fan, shot glass? (2, 3, 4) [Hook] [Verse 3] Oh, what a life it's been What about my life and then? What about the what and whens? If's, maybe's, could-have-been's? You didn't know shit about me, man You didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back then Look at you, fucking faggot, what you looking at, punk? What, bitch? Give me another shot, hey, what you want? Make it a double, fuck it, a triple, fuck it, give me the bottle And then it's bottoms-up, what a positive role model [Interlude: Shawty Fatt] Hey wolf, wolf! Come on man, time to go [Bridge X2] Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all, take a Tylenol, shake it off Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off [Hook]